An Awd Steean Stoup
A grey steean stoup oot yonder stands,
on t’hill-sahde bleak an cawd;
It catches ivvery storm at blaws
Fre t’dale an t’moorland rooad,
A great steean posst, all weather-bet -
There’s few at kens hoo awd.
“What use is sike?” Ah hear em say,
When gauvin roond seea fond.
If t’snaw-flags stoored upon yon moor,
An you gat lost, mah frind,
You might be wayant an pleased ti see
Yon awd stoup set on end.
F.W. Dowson